I’m not always so great at peacefulness and happiness. It’s something I have to practice.I often wake up in the morning feeling anxious.
I’ll wake up in the middle of a crazy dream. In my dream I’d been failing in some way. I’ve let my kids down. I’ve taken a wrong route. It’s always something like that. Do you get these dreams too?
Then I wake up feeling anxious. It’s the awkward feeling in my throat. There’s a pressure in my chest.
The culprit? Usually the anxiety stems from thoughts about the day or the week ahead. Sometimes I worry that I’ve f-ed up my relationship with one of my girls by some unskillful thing I said or did.
I’ve woken up anxious for as long as I can remember. It used to have a far different effect on my than it does today. Waking anxious used to lead me towards despairing thinking. A cascade of thoughts would push me towards misery. Outlook for the day? Not so good.
But it doesn’t have to be that way.Leave a comment
It’s dark when my alarm goes off. Really dark. I don’t want to wake up Bill too much, so I stumble out of bed and across the room.
“Alarm” is a strong word for the soft, then progressively louder bell sound, but it still gets me out of bed. At 5:30. And this is from someone who was definitely NOT a morning person.
I used to stumble back into bed, phone in hand, to snuggle in. I’d press snooze a few more times. These days though, I stay up.
I help mamas get grounded and peaceful, so a question I get asked is, “what is your day like?” And, “how do you fit these practices in?”
We mamas are busy. The mornings can be hectic. There isn’t enough time to get everything done during the day. And before our children are in school – whoah. How do we find time to have a mindfulness practice?Leave a comment
Have you ever had someone sing to you in a yoga practice before?
I met Natalie Levin when she not only sang, she sang opera to my class at Philadelphia’s Namas Day (Psst..there’s even more opera at the end of this podcast!). Natalie embraces resting, acceptance, gratitude and glitter in her yoga teaching and practice. We talk about rest, God, and dealing with difficult things. Be warned: we also laugh – a lot- in this conversation.Leave a comment
“The most precious gift we can offer anyone is our attention. When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers.” – Thich Nhat Hanh
We were sitting at the table over a meal when Maggie, my almost-8-year-old let us know (with conviction): We were not to go out by ourselves for my birthday. She and Sora wanted to be there. They wanted to celebrate with me.
So on a snowy night, we trundled off to my favorite Japanese place. It was a fun night! Maggie was in her glory with many dumplings coming her way. Sora, who has been in a particularly recalcitrant phase, keep the climbing to a minimum.
But then came the weekend with no babysitters. Then the snow days. It was a looong stretch of togetherness inside with two girls. I was ready for a break.
But more problematically, these circumstances had gotten in the way of my connection with my husband.
Bill and I hadn’t been able to to have alone time for a while. We hadn’t had that time to strengthen our connection. We hadn’t been able to give each other the gift of our attention.Leave a comment
Dear reader: Enjoy the following guest-blog post by Betsy Henry! -Hunter
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“Things don’t change. You change your way of looking, that’s all.” – Carlos Casteneda
“You must be the change you wish to see in the world.” – Mahatma Ghandi
You can’t control people.
But you can control the environment and you can control yourself.
A few nights ago, over dinner, our youngest son was telling us how his children would turn out and what he would have them do. We said, “Good luck with that!” He replied, “Don’t tell me how to control my children’s lives.” We all laughed but I thought how true it is! We can’t control our children’s lives.
Five years ago I was going crazy! Crazy because I wasn’t sure my son was going to graduate from high school. He had a severe case of “senioritis”. He kept telling me, “You’re so pessimistic. Of course I’ll graduate.” He’d been a great student to start with during his high school years. But Junior and Senior year were the worst. With the grades he had in his 2nd semester of Senior Year (including swimming!!), not graduating was a possibility. All he wanted to do was play the guitar and hang out with friends.
I was so angry. I was such a nag. I couldn’t sleep at night. Finally, I realized I couldn’t live like this anymore. I couldn’t change him. I couldn’t make him get the grades he needed.Leave a comment